07-12-2015, 09:47 PM
what is dead may never die;
She feels like she lives in the field, not the Valley. She hasn't had success yet, but it certainly isn't for lack of trying. Aletheia traces the path from the Valley to the field every day, sometimes multiple times per day. It's a long trip, one that requires her to traverse almost the entirety of Beqanna, but she makes it gladly.
There is nothing she would not do for her home. There is no hardship she would not suffer, nothing she would not give. It's a beautiful kind of devotion, and it's decidedly from her mother, not her father. Carnage is a law unto himself; Librette had taken devotion to the Valley as her law. Her life had been ruled by it, shaped by it, and her daughter was (unwittingly) walking that same path – quite happily. Not that you could tell that she was happy just to look at her; she doesn't really "do happy" per se. Her gaze is always dispassionate, her eyes are always like ice, and her voice always sounds like the kind of voice an audiobook reader has. Pleasant enough, but not terribly distinctive.
And so, here she is, again. She looks over the assembled horses – again. And she finds only one that looks promising – and she's already got several horses heading in her direction. Oh well, a little competition didn't bother Aletheia. In fact, not much of anything could bother Aletheia.
She joins the group just in time to hear the various horses introduce themselves. Weir from the Dale, Erebor from the Chamber, Pharaon from the Jungle. She nods to each of them in turn, a respectful and wordless acknowledgment. She is a small, slight thing, with a waifish beauty – the kind of beauty that suggests she'd be absolutely no good in a fight, which is presently somewhat true. She's trying to learn but, well, it's proving hard with no one to teach her.
"I'm Aletheia, from the Valley." she introduces herself easily, once Pharaon has finished introducing her home. "Your daughter is precious." she decides to test this new tactic, this flattering – she is unfamiliar with it, but she manages to make the compliment sound earnest on her lips. She is unaware that Quorra has lived within the Valley – it was far before her time. "We've got flowers and vines and birds and beasts too, although we don't have a sisterhood." her voice is a curious blend of flat and smooth, like the voice of an audiobook. Her words are laced with a gentle, wry humor – she is playing with Pharaon's words, not mocking the other mare. "But I can offer you and your child a home, protection, and a place to put down roots and grow." she smiles, an almost otherworldly smile. "I wish I'd been lucky enough to grow up there." Her voice is wistful. She does truly wish that – because she knows in her bones that the Valley is the place she's meant to be, and it would be darned convenient to have experienced as much of it as possible for as long as possible. It's not that she actually pines for it. Aletheia doesn't pine for anything.
Except, maybe, for fresh recruits for the Valley. But that's not something she's really going to share. They're all here for the same thing, it's obvious enough. And with that she offers both mare and foal a smile and falls silent.
There is nothing she would not do for her home. There is no hardship she would not suffer, nothing she would not give. It's a beautiful kind of devotion, and it's decidedly from her mother, not her father. Carnage is a law unto himself; Librette had taken devotion to the Valley as her law. Her life had been ruled by it, shaped by it, and her daughter was (unwittingly) walking that same path – quite happily. Not that you could tell that she was happy just to look at her; she doesn't really "do happy" per se. Her gaze is always dispassionate, her eyes are always like ice, and her voice always sounds like the kind of voice an audiobook reader has. Pleasant enough, but not terribly distinctive.
And so, here she is, again. She looks over the assembled horses – again. And she finds only one that looks promising – and she's already got several horses heading in her direction. Oh well, a little competition didn't bother Aletheia. In fact, not much of anything could bother Aletheia.
She joins the group just in time to hear the various horses introduce themselves. Weir from the Dale, Erebor from the Chamber, Pharaon from the Jungle. She nods to each of them in turn, a respectful and wordless acknowledgment. She is a small, slight thing, with a waifish beauty – the kind of beauty that suggests she'd be absolutely no good in a fight, which is presently somewhat true. She's trying to learn but, well, it's proving hard with no one to teach her.
"I'm Aletheia, from the Valley." she introduces herself easily, once Pharaon has finished introducing her home. "Your daughter is precious." she decides to test this new tactic, this flattering – she is unfamiliar with it, but she manages to make the compliment sound earnest on her lips. She is unaware that Quorra has lived within the Valley – it was far before her time. "We've got flowers and vines and birds and beasts too, although we don't have a sisterhood." her voice is a curious blend of flat and smooth, like the voice of an audiobook. Her words are laced with a gentle, wry humor – she is playing with Pharaon's words, not mocking the other mare. "But I can offer you and your child a home, protection, and a place to put down roots and grow." she smiles, an almost otherworldly smile. "I wish I'd been lucky enough to grow up there." Her voice is wistful. She does truly wish that – because she knows in her bones that the Valley is the place she's meant to be, and it would be darned convenient to have experienced as much of it as possible for as long as possible. It's not that she actually pines for it. Aletheia doesn't pine for anything.
Except, maybe, for fresh recruits for the Valley. But that's not something she's really going to share. They're all here for the same thing, it's obvious enough. And with that she offers both mare and foal a smile and falls silent.
but rises again
Aletheia
harder and stronger
Because I just can't stay away from Resound ponies <3 thank goodness for Pev or I'd have to throw Cam in here too :|